Fight // WWE Dean Ambrose

Chapter 35

"How do you think there match is going?" Paige asks. We are still standing in the same spot as before. Nattie, Paige, and now Randy Orton and Punk have joined us.
"Good, they always put on a really great show" Randy says, staring down at his phone. This is kind of weird. I don't know Randy at all, and he's hardly talking. Plus, Nattie keeps looking at me. I really wish she wouldn't be here right now. I don't want her here when Dean comes out. Is that bad?

"I think the match is almost over" Paige says, looking down at her phone as well.
"I can't wait for tomorrow" Punk says from beside me, and I smile up at him. I'm glad he's decided to come, I think it's going to be fun with him there.
Tomorrows is going to be fun. I get to spend the day with my friends, and be with Dean. We get to forget all of the drama with Hunter, and Nikki, and Paige can forget about Seth and Bradley.
"It's going to be like an early birthday party for Riley" Paige sneakily slides the fact that my birthday is on Tuesday into the conversation. I wish she hadn't, I hate birthdays. I mean, I like other people's birthdays, but I hate my own. It doesn't make sense to celebrate the day you rolled out into the world, at least in my mind it doesn't make sense.
"I remembered that!" Nattie says, and I can feel myself blushing. I wish they would stop talking about it.
"I never knew it was your birthday soon, when is it?" Punk asks from beside me.
"Tuesday" Paige answers in a singsong voice. She knows I hate my birthday, so I don't get why she's purposely doing this.
"Who's driving over?" Nattie asks, looking at me from across the circle, as she brushes a blonde piece of hair out of her face. She obviously sensed that I was uncomfortable, so I'm glad she changed the subject.
"I the Dean, Paige and I are driving over from the hotel, and Randy said he's going to ride with Punk and Roman" I tell her. Everybody has started having there own conversations with everybody, so I have to speak loudly for Nattie to be able to hear me over the talking, and the roar of the excited live show crowd just past the curtain.
"Oh okay. I don't know how I'm going to get there, because T.J is going out with Cesaro when we land, so since there's only one car between the two of us" she tell me. She is clearly hinting that she wants a ride. I glance up at Punk, hoping he offers to let her ride with them, but he doesn't say anything. He simply smirks and watches the exchange between Nattie and I.
Asshole.
It's not like I have a problem with Nattie, I just don't want her near Dean, if I can help it. I know Dean is attractive, and there's already a million female fans of his that would drop there pants for him at any time, I don't need Nattie in that mix.
I sigh and look over at her with her hopeful eyes.
"Yeah, you can ride with us if you want" I smile lightly, and she returns it.
"Thank you guys!" She cheers. Maybe if I tell Paige what's going on, she will sit with Nattie in the car and talk to her the whole ride over, so she doesn't have a chance to flirt with Dean any more.
"Here is your winner, Dean Ambrose!" An announcer calls, and the crowd erupts into cheers and applause.
Everybody looks at me with congratulatory smiles. I'm glad Dean won, and that he hopefully hasn't gotten hurt. The roar of the crowd says that it was a good match between the Seth and Dean.
A few moments later, Seth and J&J crash through the curtain, Seth covered in a layer of sweat. He and Randy high five, and begin talking about the match they just had. Seth says the crowd was into it and the energy was great. Randy and Seth separate from the group and begin walking off towards the locker room to get changed, since both have already had there matches for the night. Punk is still standing next to me, talking on the phone, while Paige tries to bug him and mess with him while he speaks. Nattie and I awkwardly stand together, not saying much, and waiting for Dean to come back.
We all know Dean won the match, but we didn't get to watch any of it, so we don't know how he did win.
Soon after, Dean comes through the curtain. A few of the producers with headsets framing their faces shake his hand on a good match. He thanks them, before walking over to me, and hugging me.
"You're all sweaty, get off!" I tell him, laughing. His whole body is damp, and his hair is dripping. I try to push him off, but like usual he is too strong.
"Did you get to see the match?" He finally releases me and puts his hands in his hips, breathing heavily.
Before I can answer, Nattie comes over with a bright smile and wraps his arms around Dean. She's shorter than me by a bit, so she only comes up to below his neck.
"Oh, uh I'm all sweaty so" Dean tells Nattie, and she laughs. He hasn't wrapped his arms around her, but he pats her back in a friendly way. I know it's wrong of me, but it sort of makes me happy in a way.
"That was a good match" Nattie tells him, before backing away from the hug, still standing closer than usual. I begin to think of all the comments Nattie has made about Dean. She's told me I'm lucky to have him on countless occasions, and on the lunch date with her and Brie, she talked about how nice and funny Dean is when you get to know him. How did I not see this earlier?
Does Nattie like Dean? Or am I just reading too deeply into things. Nattie has a husband for crap sakes, Riley.
"Thanks, did you see it?" Dean asks, using the rim of his shirt to wipe is forehead. His hair is sticking to the side oh his head, and he has to shower.
"No, there's no TV's back here, but we did talk about the zoo and stuff! I'm going to ride with you tomorrow" she smiles, completely ignoring me.
And me, and Paige... I mentally add.
Dean nods, still out of breath from his match. I take this as my opportunity.
"Well, we should probably head to the airport, it's kind of late" I say, looking up at Dean. He nods, and takes my hand.
"Bye Nattie, bye guys" Dean calls over to everybody as we begin to walk away. Paige waves, I know I'll see her at the airport, and Nattie smiles again for like the millionth time.
"Bye Dean!" She waves. What am I, invisible?
I wish I could stop over analyzing everything that Nattie does, I'm sure she means well, and she hasn't really made a move onto Dean.
"Was the match okay?" I ask him, as we walk towards the locker room.
"Yeah, the crowd was great" he tells me. He nods at a few people walking past, and shakes hands with a passing guy that I don't know, before laughing at some joke I don't understand. We continue walking until we reach a door with a male sign on it.
"Wait out here, I'm just going to grab my bag" he tells me and I nod, before he walks into the change room , clearly meant for males only.
I lean against the cement wall. Tonight we have a pretty short flight, it's really only about an hour flight. I'm not too sure why we didn't drive there, but I don't like driving, so I won't complain.
"Hey Riley!" Nattie says, walking up from the hall Dean and I just walked down.
"Hey" I smile, and push myself off the wall to stand up and hug her, as she holds her arms out to me.
"Where's Dean?" She asks, and I feel my smile fade lightly. I knew there had to be a reason for her to come over.
"He's just in there" I tell her, pointing to the door beside me.
"You guys are so cute" she tells me, and I laugh.
"I wouldn't say cute, but thanks" I tell her, smiling to try and lighten the mood a bit.
"No it's true. He can't be around you for 10 seconds without having to touch you in some sort of way. I wish TJ was like that." She tells me. I smile and try to think of a way to get the subject off Dean.
"Is everything okay between you two?" I ask, worried that she may be hiding something.
"Yeah, well no." She sighs, and looks up at me. She doesn't say anything for a few seconds, and I think whatever she's about to say is pretty difficult.
"I... We filed for a divorce last year, and it's almost completed. I haven't told anybody about it except Brie, and now you, but I've travelled alone for months. I think he's sleeping with another girl" she tells me. Wait, what?! I didn't even know they had filed! I didn't know any of this, and I feel terrible that I didn't pay attention sooner.
"Oh my gosh, Nattie" I hug her tightly. Some people can call it two faced, but this is what you do for somebody in need, even if you have a personal vendetta against them, or whatever it is.
"Don't worry. It's okay." She reassures me. I rub her back before breaking the hug.
"Well, this just proves how strong you are." I tell her. It's true, Nattie is so emotionally strong.
"Really?" She dabs under her eyes, and pulls up her dress in the front.
"Of course. If I were in your situation, I would have been a complete mess." It's true. If my husband and I broke up after being together for over a decade, I don't think I would be able to function properly for a while.
"Well, tomorrow is going to be fun. Let's forget all the sadness" Nattie dismisses the conversation with a wave of her hand, and I smile.
"We have to make tomorrow extra amazing now"
"It's true, if it isn't I'm going to be pissed" she says, and I know she's joking.
Nattie and I talk for a few more minutes before Dean sticks his head out of the change room.
"Hey Riley, where'd you put my deodorant" he asks. I notice that he is half naked, not wearing a shirt. I try not to stare and keep eye contact with him.
"Uh, front... Front pocket I think" I stumble on my words. Yeah, I've seen Dean shirtless a bunch of times, but never like this. He's still sweating from the match, his bare chest glistening and his hair hanging messily across this face. Not to mention, he has a pretty well built body, so he definitely isn't too bad to look at in that aspect.
Dean smiles at me, amused, and I feel my cheeks redden.
"Thanks" he smirks, before dipping his head back into the locker room area to finish getting changed.
I turn back to Nattie, who has her mouth slightly widened.
"He's definitely been working out" Nattie tells me. I ignore the jealous pang in my stomach, and I almost tell her to stop staring. But I don't.. Nattie means well, and now I know that I need to cut her some more slack.